I have to clear my throat before I speak, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Bryce grinning. He knows he’s unsettled me. “Back when I lived at home, and you spent as many nights in our guest room as not, I used to imagine that you would sneak into my room. And you would do every manner of unspeakable, dirty thing to me. But I couldn’t make a sound because if I did then we would get caught.”
Bryce doesn’t wait, jumping into the next fantasy. “I imagine being at a party with you, and you’re wearing a long skirt. I see me pulling you down into my lap in a secluded corner, and fucking you in front of everyone without them knowing. I love stroking myself thinking about the fact that I’m making you orgasm with an audience.”
“Fuck,” I say, trying to focus. My body is not cooperating, and I’m wet, wanting, and I’m trying not to shake. “If you want these to be perfect, you need to not make these so hot.”
“Not a fucking chance.” His hands are on my waist. Wandering up my spine and across my body.
I move on to the next name and try to find the words. One of my darker, less acceptable fantasies. “I’ve been home alone, and imagined that you would walk in the door and not say a thing. You’d just pull me up from the couch and kiss me hard. Rough. Then you bend me over the back of the couch, pull down my panties and fuck me right there without waiting or asking. Just taking what you wanted. You come all over my ass, and then leave me there, a mess.”
Bryce’s hands move to my breasts, squeezing through my shirt, teasing my already-hard nipples. They’re sending bursts of heat and pleasure through me, directly down to my clit. I have to stop and steady myself before I grab the next place card. I’m only a third of the way through.
“I’ve thought about you at work. Bending you over my desk and fucking you in the middle of the day. Keeping your panties so you have to come back and get them. But I keep them hostage, and the price you have to pay is worshipping my cock under my desk—no matter who is in the room with me.”
My mind is absolutely blank. I feel Bryce’s tongue on my neck, and I turn my head so he can kiss me. He does, and I lean into him. It would be so easy just to give in…but no, I’m going to finish this.
I get through five more names before I speak again. “I’ve imagined giving you my body for one night. For you to use anyway you like for your pleasure, and I have no say about what you do or if I get to come.”
Bryce doesn’t say anything to that, but his fingers tighten on me. The silence around us is tense as I write. I like the way the place cards look, and I hope that Marcy will too. She doesn’t need to know that they were written in a sex-induced mental haze.
When they’re finished, I sigh, flexing my hands. “There.”
“Perfect,” he says, putting them back together in the box. “I appreciate this, Katti. They’re far more beautiful than what I could have come up with.”
“I hope she likes them.”
Bryce pulls me to my feet, and pulls me close. “I hope you know that I like you, appreciate you, and want you for more than just sex, Katti. There’s so much more between us than just that.”
My heart flutters in my chest. “I know.”
“Good. That said, your second fantasy is going to happen when you get home. You’ll get there first. Get comfortable, and it will happen.” My body goes liquid at his words, and he has to hold me up, cause my knees definitely go wobbly.
“Okay.”
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
My mind swirls. What do I want. “Rough. Dark. Unyielding,” I say. They’re the first words that come to my mind. “I want you to take me. I’m a willing sacrifice.”
I watch his pupils dilate. “I can do that,” he says. “As long as you know that it’s not real, and that there will only be one change to your original fantasy.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m not leaving after,” he says. “I’m going to take you to your room, and who knows what happens there? All I know is that I won’t even be close to finished with you.”
“I don’t want you to go. And I don’t want to wake up alone again.”
“You won’t. Now let’s go. I need to give you a head start so that you can get ready.”
It’s my turn to clean up fast, and we’re out of the store within five minutes.
7
I don’t know when he’s coming, but my front door is unlocked. As soon as I got home I put the food in the refrigerator and changed. Now I’m wearing all black: comfy t-shirt without a bra, yoga pants, and a lacy black thong that I know for a fact makes my ass look amazing.